My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts.

Everybody all over the world takes a wife's estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.

Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

I am a galley slave to pen and ink.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.